Every week, the AWM is excited to bring you stories written by our visitors in our Story of the Day exhibit. Check back weekly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our typewriters and possibly be featured here!

This week, we are honoring stories for or about mothers, since Mother’s Day is this Sunday in the United States (and TODAY in some other countries). Thank you for all you do to every mom out there!


This sweet note was dropped on a recent field trip, and we knew we had to put it up as soon as possible so Mckayla’s mom would know what it said.

Dear mom I love you so much. You are the best of the moms on earth.

rich or poor I still love you so much. From Mckayla


This note to a mom is a little bit sad, but it is important that they are trying and know that their mom is always there for them. The great thing about most moms is that they love us even when we screw up.

WORDS FROM A SON

I’m sorry Mom. I love you and need to filter myself more as well as control myself and substance abuse. It’s not your fault it’s mine. I want to figure it out but it’s hard.

Honestly yesterday I drank because my ankle was hurting a lot. I’M SO SORRY I’m in tears now over it. I need to figure it out but I’m struggling.


This story is a great example of some of the memories people have when visiting the Museum and typing on the typewriters. Thanks to all the moms out there who taught us valuable lessons like these!

I remember my mother forbidding me from typing on the good typewriter because she was afraid I would break it. It was a sacred device to her. It was the wellspring from which all creative thought emanated. I later took my favorite class in high school, a typing calss (that was not an ironic ‘mistake’) and was declared worthy of the selectric. Later my grandfather took me to a discount store in Boston to buy my own first typewriter. I think it was $79. Litchfield Sales I think was the store.

I would type for my classmates who did not have a typewriter or did not want to spend time typing. I always found it therapeutic and rewarding. For the next 40 years I found myself at the keyboard every day. Not writing papers but writing code. Who knew the keyboard would become a central part of so many. When I first started at work, executives would give the typing to their secretaries considering a keyboard session tantamount to lowbrow activity. The world passed them by.

So, thanks Mom for instilling in me the magic and mystery of the written word or perhaps more precisely, the typed word. And please excuse the mistakes!!

Happy Mother’s Day